Who cares if hell awaits?
We're having drinks at heaven's gate.
The press of his lips against the bevel of her cheek and the crest of her neck is a touch that grays her thoughts, slinking fingers to the depths of memories so murky and deep. In response, her own poll is lifted (and not necessarily a jerk) but abrupt in the motioned to gaze upon the silver gray stallion, her heart beating against the bone cage as blue pools deepen to that of a dark and stormy atmosphere.
When the press of his dark lips caress her brow, her eyes slam shut in response. His words reach her ears with the comb of sullenness that she can not help but to listen to. Her Nevi. Sweet brother. There's a twang that abruptly makes itself present as she stands next to him. "I'll always be your rainbow girl..." It's a whisper that passes across her lips.
The young mare sides along him still, the tangle of golden follicles mingling and combing that of the dark abstract of Nevi.
He is scent is heavy.
Intoxicating.
The sound of his concern when he strokes the soft cashmere of her forelock is melting her. The blue of her eyes is hidden behind yellow lids as she closes her eyes to his sweet words. The innocence of their being structures her but she can not help but follow her own bodily reactions and once again drive her face against the strong lower neck of her Nevi.
The tears flow freely, dampening. She can not, WILL NOT, restrain herself against the inevitable tide of emotions. "I'm scared Nevi. I'm scared what will happen. I'm scared to be alone." She brings her own face not far off of Neverwas' own. Her eyes red with hot salty tears and honest fright, lower lip trembles ever so slightly as does the slender form against his own. But she must be strong and so she steels herself as much as she can. The long platinum of her hind end flicks against their haunches as she tries to settle herself.
"Thank you Nevi." The words are murmured low and soft against the dark lobe of an ear, her own lips brushing against the poll of Neverwas. Blue pools seek that of the silver black stallion when she pries her warmth from his side and a smile tries to earnestly curl her lips in an acceptance but also so that he may believe she is okay when she pulls away from the closeness of his bulk.
But,
a stir tickles within hers depths. Confused but bitten back by first advance.
A small minuscule tug at the very edges of the honey dipped lips as she sighs against the dark male's coat. The kind words,
'honey'
'love'
'sweetheart'
'angel'
they are foreign to her. Thick lashes raise heavily to meet those of Nevi and she smiles...
(it's all she can muster)
"I'm just so scared-"
Her voice slips between the cracks and her form shivers against Nevi's own.
"There are so many changes..." It's all she can say. The dim of her worried eyes reflected but perhaps it would bring a good change.
Mari had recently noticed the change of her body. She noticed the desire to be amongst the population but the young mare had bit back. On one spectrum her mind desires the comfort of her siblings to ease her, console her but in the other...well... the natural instinct to be close, touch, caress overwhelmed her...maddening her. Such complications from the young blond woman.
The shake of her skull clears the murky thoughts that dare enter her mind. Nevi was her friend, her brother. Blue eyes clouded to gray as she presses her lips to the very edge of his lips, to where the creases meet.
The kiss is hard, meaningful, against his skin."Thank you Nevi." The four syllables fall against his skin, velvet lines tracing the words. Mari dares not to continue about herself but instead reroutes. Have you chosen a caste, love?" Mari changes the conversation, a bit grateful to not have to address anything else. Trouble clouds her features but she voluntarily pushes it all away with the smoothness of her brow.
Azure pools trace over his features, though she knows he is slightly shorter, the calm gentleness does not deter from tracing his features.
The dark canvas of his skin, like watercolor, lightened and darken in respective areas. His mane and tail...a yellowish white falling across withers of sinew and muscle. Mari can not help but admire the young stallion.
Heck, they had both turned out to be quite the fetching pair. The toy of a playful smile is what meets the eyes...long gone is the sullen sadness as she puts on a brave face for Nevi.
Her sweet prince.
M A R I B E L
